Kongjue waited outside the door for a long time in the rain.
The wooden door was opened with a creak.
Ye Siming was wearing a black undershirt.
His eyes were as cold as the clouds on this cold night.
There was a hint of displeasure.
Kongjue looked at him up and down: "Why did you take off your clothes?"
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows and asked, "Don't you take off your clothes when you sleep?"
sleep!?
He sleeps with sister Nuoer?
Kongjue's eyes widened.
He looked inside.
Ye Siming immediately blocked his gaze.
The young man was a little impatient: "Bald monk, what are you doing here?"
Kongjue put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name.
"Master Marquis, let me meet Her Royal Highness the Princess."
"She is sleeping, please don't disturb her."
As expected, Kongjue was rejected.
Kongjue pursed his lips, and it took him a long time to say: "But it might not be good for the Marquis and the princess to be in the same room."
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows: "What?"
"Although Her Royal Highness the Princess is still young, there are differences between men and women."
"What do you want?"
Kong Jue blinked calmly: "Let the poor monk stay in the house, and the three of us will go together, so no one will misunderstand, and there will be no gossip about the princess."
Ye Siming sneered twice: "I will cut off the tongue of anyone who dares to spread gossip. You don't have to stay."
He was about to close the door, but Kongjue hurriedly pressed the door frame: "Master Hou!"
"Well..." The little man lying on the bed inside suddenly turned over.
It's like he's about to wake up.
Ye Siming gritted his teeth, a wave of impatience rising behind his thin eyes.
He lowered his voice and threatened Kong Jie: "I can let you in, but there is no place for you to sleep."
"It doesn't matter if I'm a poor monk."
What is more important than my sister's innocence?
Why is Marquis Yong Ye so ignorant of etiquette? He should find a separate room for the princess to rest.
Ye Siming said coldly: "She had a hard day today. I didn't want to wake her up to rest, otherwise I would have beaten you to pieces."
Faced with his shocking words, Kong Jue tried to stay calm and clasped his hands together: "Cultivation of the mind lies in cultivating the nature."
Ye Siming frowned even more.
What kind of literary words are as verbose as that old bald donkey back then.
He turned sideways: "Come in, stop talking nonsense."
Kongjue took the initiative to go in and patted the raindrops on his body at the door.
The movements were careful and slight, for fear of waking up the little figure sleeping on the bed.
Her fair little face was lying sideways on the soft pillow, with her soft black hair draped over her ears, forming a cute shadow.
It makes the little guy's sleeping face look more innocent and cute.
Kongjue smiled.
Before he could take a closer look, a young man with a cold face stood in front of him.
Ye Siming stared at him: "What are you looking at?"
Kongjue quickly lowered his gaze and clasped his hands together: "Ami..."
"What the hell." Ye Siming pushed him and yelled angrily in a low voice: "Go sleep over there."
He pointed to a small bamboo couch in the corner.
Kongjue walked over silently.
Just as he sat down, he found that Ye Siming was lying next to Gu Nuo'er with his clothes on!
Kongjue immediately stood up: "Master Hou, you absolutely must not!"
Although he deliberately lowered his voice, Gu Nuoer still frowned on the bed.
Ye Siming felt like gunpowder was exploding in his mind.
Why wasn't this troublesome bald monk killed during the day?
In order not to wake up Gu Nuoer, he had to choose to sit on the footrest, wearing a purple fur cloak.
A pair of extremely cold, murderous eyes looked at Kong Jue: "Are you satisfied now?"
Kongjue nodded and sat on the bamboo couch again: "Amitabha."
Ye Siming gritted his teeth.
All the monks in the world are intolerable to the wolf.